Chandler Quest: Sex with Whoever, Whenever, Wherever

I’m somehow too drunk for this and not drunk enough.

Totally naked in a farmhouse with my best friends and their wives. They’ve all seen my cock. My soft cock. Well not totally soft. Seeing Phoebe naked has filled me up some. My eyes keep catching the glint of her nipple rings.

I sit back down. My wife, who’s only in a skimpy tank top and red panties that I’ve never seen before, places a hand on my shoulder and tilts my ear to her mouth. She whispers, “I told you that you had a big cock. These women are drooling.” She nibbles on my ear. “It turns me on so much that they want something that’s mine.”

My wife is drunk and horny. It’s been months since we’ve fucked. With the way she’s acting, the drought will end within the hour. I make the mistake of looking down her top and get lost in the cleavage. Not even her swimsuits so this much of her boobs, and now it’s all out there for my friends to see. Joey is taking full advantage. If he had a pair of binoculars, he’d be using them right now.

I glance at Phoebe. She smiles when she sees that I’m looking at her. She moves her hand to her mouth and mimes like she’s giving a blowjob. She laughs when I blush. I look away quickly.

I look at Ross whose eyes are fixated on me—not on my face. When he notices that I’m looking at him, he diverts his eyes to the fire and takes a drink. He has on a bunch of clothes. There’s no way he’ll be in my position. Him and Joey will be the ones getting all the sexual favors. I’ll be at their mercy.

Rachel couldn’t look hotter wearing my white t-shirt. I’m not used to seeing her so casual. It’s a good look on her. She doesn’t have the stress of life keeping her uptight. She’s let go of her secret and is free. And from the way her blue eyes look at me, she wants to celebrate her freedom with me.

Phoebe rolls. She lands on her husband’s property. Multiple houses. Insane rent to pay when she’s totally naked.

She asks for mercy, “Anyway I can pay you back next month. I have money coming in.”

Joey says, “That’s not very convincing. Get down on your knees and ask.”

Phoebe kneels before her husband. I can’t stop looking at her plump ass. She bends forward and I swear I can see her pussy lips. She undoes his pants. She slurps his soft cock into her mouth. She sucks it up and down briefly looking at him with her dark eyes. My cock fills thinking of her doing that to me.

He leans back and groans, “Oh yeah. You know exactly how to win me over. Ladies, take notes for when you land on my properties.”

She stops and puts his cock back in his pants and sits down. She wipes her lips and winks at me. Bold enough to suck her husband’s dick right in front of the group. Nobody even blinked an eye. It was a normal part of the game.

It was going to get wild.

Joey landed on another property. Took another shot. The rich get richer.

Ross landed on mine. I was excited to get back some clothes, something to cover my dick before it got too excited and embarrassed me in front of everyone. Unfortunately he tossed me the tiny pair of yoga pants that Phoebe was wearing.

I stretch out the fabric. They might fit. I slide my foot into one leg.

“Hold up,” Joey bellows. “While I think it will be hilarious to see you cross dress, I don’t like the prescient it sets. When you’re naked you’re essentially bankrupt and have lost the game. You can’t just get more clothes and get back in.”

That didn’t make sense. I say, “Then why am I in the game. To be your sex slave?”

“I like the sound of that,” Rachel says, then clamps her hands over her mouth. “Shit! Did I just say that out loud.”

Joey’s rule essentially kicked Phoebe and me out of the game. Our properties took clothes from the game that no one else could use. We played at the whim of the other players. Every roll was going to end with someone telling me what to do.

I just hope they’ll be nice.

I roll. Move my piece to Rachel’s place. She smiles. I know phrase ‘sex slave’ is flashing in neon in her mind.

I ask her, “What do I owe you?”

“Oh not much. The rent is pretty cheap, and since you’re such a handsome fellow I’ll give you a discount.” She taps the side of her face. “Just a little peck on the cheek.”

Even Monica boos at the lame request. Everyone is drunk and horny, and she request something you’d do to your grandma.

I stand up, “You want a kiss on the cheek?”

She stands up smiling, “Yes.”

She moves to greet me on the side of the coffee table. She closes her eyes and turns her face to mine to await her peck. I don’t kiss her cheek. I quickly steps around behind her and squat down. I pull down her soft leopard print pajamas to the bottom of her ass cheeks like she’s mooning me. She’s wearing a Calvin Klein thong. Her ass is toned and firm.

I open my mouth and give her ass cheek and loving bite then follow it with a big smooch. She yelps and jumps forward in surprise. She quickly pulls up her pants, but not before I see my teeth marks on her ass.

She waves her finger, “Oh my goodness Chandler! See if I’m that nice if you land on my property again!”

She slaps my bare ass when I turn around. Not gently. It stings. I love it.

I sit back down next to my wife. Monica asks, “Did you enjoy your snack? I have a full meal for you later.”

Is my wife ovulating? How is this the same woman who hasn’t wanted to have sex in the last few months?

Monica picks up the dice and seductively blows on them. She tosses them down. She moves her piece. “Fuck!” She looks over at Joey. She owes him a piece of clothing.

She chooses her tank top over her panties. She takes it off with confidence, whips it over at Joey’s slack jaw then sits back down. I glance over and stare at her big tits. These past few months, she hasn’t even changed in front of me. They look huge. Ivory and freckled. Light brown nipples that make my water…

…and my dick harden.

Without even realizing it, I’m at full mast. Uncomfortably hard in front of all my friends. I try not to draw attention to it. I look away from my wife’s tits before I start leaking precum.

Phoebe rolls, lands in Free Parking. Joey and Ross exhange a couple items of clothing, take more shots, put up hotels.

I look over at Rachel. Her eyes concentrated on my erection. Her hand inside her pajama pants. I see her mouth open in a sigh. She pulls her hand out then grabs the dice. I see her fingertips shine with arousal.

Her piece lands on my spot.

She wets her plump lips, then stands. Looks me in the eyes, and lifts my white t-shirt off her body. She tosses it behind her on the floor. She stands for my assessment. She knows exactly how hot she is. She knows how this view makes my cock throb.

She’s fitness model perfect. Toned everything: abs, biceps, triceps. But one eyes are drawn to two things: her big tits. Oversized for her skinny body but perfect even with a soft little sag to them. Her nipples are small and pink. My tongue moves in my mouth like I’m swirling them. Goddamn, she’s like a movie star.

She sits back down. I can’t take my eyes off of her. She’s sexier than I ever could have imagined. My cock strains to slide itself between those tits.

All the women are topless. All sexy as fuck. All of them seemingly want me. I’ll fuck each of them if given the chance. Fuck the consequences.

My turn. I roll the dice.